I live in the last chapter of my life, albeit a long chapter but nonetheless the last one. I no longer have time to care if what I say or how I live will please anyone else. Some will say, when did she ever? Be that as it may.
There is no more time left to live as expected by someone else’s standard. Time left now to only please myself.
"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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—Mark Twain, 1896
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Sunday, November 2, 2008
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2 comments:
Nonna you are so beautiful.
Love, Lilia.
Yes mother you are so beautiful.
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